Rosemary and Poppies, Rubber and Sand.

In 1915, to Gallipoli they came,
Young Aussies and Kiwis, all with no shame.
They lost their lives gallantly, on a beach or in a trench,
On battlefields there, or later some Belgian or French.

Then when Hitler and Japan hit the scene,
They did just as much to help lessen the screams.

Next when war broke out in Korea,
They showed the very best of what we have here.
Then in Vietnam, because of the brutal Vietcong,
They were sent to help right a great wrong.
Upon returning home after going with no choice,
For far too long they were all denied a voice.

Next in the Gulf of the strong Middle East,
They helped rid the locals of their leader, a beast.

And now we have seen, since the planes hit the Towers,
Bringing about one of humanity's darkest hours,
That beautiful Anzac spirit, of mateship and aid,
Here and abroad clearly never will fade.







Lest we forget.